Coder Girl 2 /Dreamwastaken/

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I couldn't pass down on the opportunity to nap for a little bit more. The cool breeze from the window, the warmth radiating from Clay's body, and the darkness of the car were too tempting of a combination to resist.

I leaned my head down on his head, sighing at how good his hair smelled. I was supposed to be mad at him, I know, but I still couldn't resist placing a kiss on top of his head. In all honesty, all I wished at that moment was to magically make him shrink so that I could squeeze him as tight as he was squeezing me in his arms.

It was embarrassing how much I loved this man.

"Dude, my asscheek is literally on fire." Nick had a hell of a way to snap me out of my thoughts.

"Ew. Why..." I tried to be quiet to avoid waking Clay up.

"It was itchy, and now it's burning," Nick shifted uncomfortably in the driver's seat, and I couldn't decide if I should be concerned about him or all of us.

"Told you not to squat in the middle of the bushes," George shook his head in disappointment, "You probably got bitten by something."

"Man, I don't know, but it's bad."

"Maybe you shouldn't drive like that..." I suggested.

"Yeah, I can drive." George sounded way too confident about something that was a lie.

"Nah, I don't wanna attend my own funeral with a swollen ass cheek."

I hummed in agreement because George's confident declaration that he could drive didn't exactly match reality.

Nick let out a groan and continued shifting in his seat, still trying to find a comfortable position. After a few minutes of torture, he spoke again.

"This is hell, man. I can't even sit down properly."

"There should be some mosquito bite cream in my suitcase," George turned around, pointing at the huge thing lying beside Clay's sleeping body, "Look in the inside pocket, should be there."

I glanced at the suitcase again, the size alone enough for me to declare my verdict.

"There's no way I'm finding it. And in the darkness too? Impossible. Can't even move, his head's on me."

Out of all the issues I listed, there was only one that could've easily solved. And it was the light.

George turned around and reached over to switch the dome light on, but Nick yelled at him immediately.

"Turn the light off, I can't see shit on the road!"

Clay stirred briefly in his sleep and mumbled something unintelligible, only to squeeze me tighter.

Great, now it was dark and I couldn't move.

I still tried though. I reached over carefully, trying my best to avoid disturbing Clay cause he was so disgustingly cute while he was asleep.

With difficulty, I unzipped the suitcase, rummaging through it blindly and trying to feel the tube of cream. I could feel random shapes that gave me no idea about what they could be, and eventually, my fingers brushed against something that felt like a small tube. I pulled it out, handed it to George, and he passed it to Nick.

"There you go, this will help," he said, watching as Nick grabbed the cream.

He didn't even question it or take time to process. He went straight to business.

"Alright, don't look." He announced, abandoning the wheel for a few seconds to squeeze some of the cream into his hand.

We took his advice and looked away as he gingerly applied the cream to his asscheek while still driving.